and you can’t get to the phone
or you simply must let to go to voicemail because woh
you have no idea what to say once you answer.
What then?
My hands turn to gardens the cabinets furniture to move
touching the emptying spaces calling in new light
they fill with comfort from just down the street
neighbors always there
and when it wont give up wont
stop ringing at all hours I
I
I answer and realize it is always there with a great story
always